Orange Poem by Hiroshi Satow
Orange
Yeah, I do smell an orange before me.
When I close my eyes,
There is seen a blue sky
Above the Mediterranean Sea,
Under which Sappho among some girls,
Sweet and pretty,
Picking the flowers of an orange tree
Along the seaside of Sicily island.
When I close my eyes,
I dream of it:
A world behind an orange
Smelling sweet to me.
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fruit
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